The ringing of the cell phone woke Blake up the next morning. Squinting, he reached over, grabbed the phone off the bedside table, and answered.
“Hello?” he said briefly.
“‘Good morning, Daddy.’”
His anger at being woken up disappeared.
“Good morning, sunshine. Are you being good for Alma?”
“‘Yep,’” Iris said.
“Perfect, baby girl.”
Blake threw the covers back and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“What are you having for breakfast this morning?”
“‘Froot Loops.’”
“Did you save some for me?”
“‘Yes. And for Nik.’”
“Thank you, baby. Can I talk to Alma, please?”
“‘Okay.’”
“I love you, sunshine,” Blake told her.
“‘I love you, too, Daddy.’”
While Blake was waiting for Alma to come on the phone, he went through his suitcase and took out a pair of pants and a shirt
